The Three Musketeers 3
You won’t dare kill me
a second time!
Count de la Fere,
the noble Athos.
Anne de Beuil,
Lady Clarke,
Charlotte Backson,
Baroness of Sheffield,
Countess de la Fere,
Lady Winter.
You are so many,
and I am so few!
Rest assured:
I shall kill you,
if a single hair falls off
my friend’s head!
The paper! I’ll count to three!
One… Two…
Gentlemen! As a token
of solidarity with you
and in the hope of
friendship in the future,
please accept this humble
present from the Guards.
This is old Anjou wine.
Drink it to the glory
of the King and the Cardinal.
- Gentlemen!..
- I’ll drink this wine.
You’re kidding?!
Three!
Take it, curse you.
And now that I’ve torn out
your tongue, viper,
sting, if you can.
D’Artagnan has cruelly
insulted me.
Word of honor, madam,
d’Artagnan is polite,
he’ll give way to a lady.
D’Artagnan is already dead!
Gentlemen! I drink
this glass of wine …
What’s the matter, Athos?
I’m sorry, my dear friend.
I didn’t want you
to drink without me.
We are after all,
friends.
Why are you treating them
to such excellent wine,
which they
can’t appreciate?!
The wine is poisoned.
Wait!
Henchman of the Guards!
Aramis, hand me the bottle!
You have refused
our gift.
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